Satish Verma

Gold Star - 46,483 Points (5-6-1935)

One Saint Walked Over The Ridge - Poem by Satish Verma

Death will not listen;
still, the candle burns,
in blue dark
and sets free the sun.

Will you hold me tight
when I shed my identity?
I was going to start a silent prayer
for this earth.

I forget, that I always remember
the green pain
which lived in the bones of winter
when dawn was breaking.

Night settles
on secret thighs of shame.
I still smell the scent of blood
flowing from the lids.


Comments about One Saint Walked Over The Ridge by Satish Verma

  • (11/26/2008 9:52:00 PM)


    Poem is pretty deep in the arena of death (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 26, 2008



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